And So It Goes…Mcwatty
“I think you’re crazy,” Elenore said. “To bring a knife with you! Are you mad?”
Semore glared back at her. “I’m not paying him another dollar. That man is a menace and he needs to be taught a lesson.”
His wife, Elenore, rubbed the wrinkles into her forehead. “Dear-dear-dear. A seventy-eight year old man bringing a knife to fight a forty-two year old. Whatever happened to golf?”
“I hate golf,” said Semore.
The longly-wed couple returned to the coffee shop.
“Hey,” said Semore. “I paid for that coffee. I remember.”
The employee shook his head. “No sir, you didn’t. And I’m pretty sure your memory is not the best source. Give me a dollar, and I’ll give you your drink.”
“NO!” said Semore, slamming his fist down into the counter. Everyone around noticed the knife and gasped. “Give me my coffee! I paid for it.”
The employee laughed…
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